there's been a constant battle that's been raging for centuries
ork and man meet face to face
this a battle for the dominant race
arrows arise in a mass and block out the sun
soldiers hold fast to their mounts hands are clenched awaiting the fight
we are the army of the light
we have been sent from a higher power
when will you realize that your god is no greater than i?
place your hands towards the sky
there comes a point in time when you must see the end
there comes a point in time where you must see your obsolete
the time has come to face the end
swords are exchanged at the sound of a horn
the dead drift out to sea their blood remain ashore
swords are exchanged at the sound of a horn
the dead drift out to sea their blood remain ashore
what do we keep fighting for i have never
felt so cold inside it's days like this
i feel so far away and all that's left
is the thought of never coming home